Case in point: maybe because I'm anticipating next weekend's trip to NYC to see Billy Nayer, I had a dream about Billy Nayer himself, Cory McAbee. I dreamed that his day job was architect, and he was involved in some kind of hush-hush covert ops "if I told you I'd have to kill you" government agency architecture project. Except for something like Area 51, I don't see how you could have a covert architecture scheme, since most people tend to notice buildings going up, but whatever. I wonder if there are actually any musicians that are architects by day. If nothing else, they'd probably be really good at setting up the Marshall stacks so they don't topple.
I can't stop reading these reports of lawbreaking in a small Northern California college town infamous for its illegal agricultural products:
Life (and journalism) imitates The Onion. Whoever this Kevin L. Hoover is that writes these, he appears to have a low opinion of hippies, Humboldt County, and humanity in general. My kind of guy.